My Sweet Daughter

The sun went down over Tuscany in all of its glory and though the figure that would rise in a moment dreamnt of a time when his eyes could still look upon it, it knew it could not and would never again. Those nights are over and as the latch to the coffin clicked open the creature rose, he greeted the bitter night with resentment.
He is dressed in the garb of an ancient, a monster out of time, yet this old castle was still befitting of the scene his image painted on the walls of the stone. He walked to the open window and looked out as he did every night, thinking of the sun.
A knock on the door.
"Venire", his voice rustic, bruised, as if he suffered from some terrible ailment. "Mi scusi padre, tua figlia è qui per visitare", the young Ghoul only recently replaced had not learned to fear his master yet. "Falla entrare e portaci del vino rosso", the ancient monster instructed. "Si signore", the young man said under his breath, leaving the room with the door slightly ajar. This one still needs guidance the vampire thought.
The women that entered the room brought a chill to the summer heat, her eyes narrow, dressed in black she looked more like a witch then a Vampire. "It has been too long child, I was beginning to think perhaps you took the long sleep", his english broken with a thick Italian accent, he knew she would not speak Italian to him even though she was perfectly able to. "I'm sorry father, it has been a busy decade", she entered the room as she spoke, approaching the ancient vampire though he was yet to turn to look at her. "I traveled, made some friends", she said as she smiled and knelled before her sire.
He turned to her, raising his hand for which she reached, kissing the ring on his finger. It was a ritual, though for these two a unnecessary formality. She quickly rose to her feet and embraced her father. "I've missed you, I know you missed me to", she said as she smiled, forcing a small smirk from him as well. "I wish you would at least tell me before you disappear for so long, you are a thousand years old and you still act the part of a child", his words were practiced, he had a decade to think of exactly what he would say to her. "You worry to much father", she said the words looking around the room. "Where is the blood wine?" she asked as the Ghoul entered the room with a tray, an unmarked bottle and two glasses.
"These servants are not what they used to be", he commented giving a vicious look to the young man who barely caught the glance. "I recall a time when my presence instilled more than just a grudging respect", he said the words looking at his daughter, there was meaning in those words and she knew it.
"I have done nothing father, I simply looked into the matter that's all. If we want to expedite this whole thing we are going to need to do more than just wait to see what happens", the conversation quickly turned to a topic the Ghoul knew he should not be listening to and made a quick exit.
"I hope so Armara, we have the upper hand here, we have no reason to play any cards.", he slowed his words. "Patience my dear", he said reaching for the bottle of blood wine. "Patience? For a thousand years I have waited, I think I have been patient enough", her eyes burned, the anger all Giovanni are famous for boiling to the surface.
"What will you have me do? Have I not put every plan in motion, have I not negotiated every deal to your liking. What else do you ask of me?", it was a question, but he regretted it the moment it was asked. He poured the wine, he knew the words that where coming, so much so that he cut them off before she had the chance. "No Armara", he raised his voice.
"You know its our best move, its time, there is no reason to delay and there is absolutely no danger to me, you know that. I'm as ready as I'm ever going to be...." She was about to continue but he Augustus Giovanni raised his hand, the hand with the ring and the room went silent. She wanted to speak, but the dead may not speak when Augustus so chooses.
He slowly poured the blood wine into the wine glass, raised it and walked slowly to the window looking out at the Tuscany landscape. "We have so much here Armara, why risk it?", he asked the question, but did not yet release her. "Look around you. You are immortal, the likes of the Camarilla and the Assamite have no hope of ever penetrating this place and no reason to try because we do not invite them to.", he spoke slowly, methodically, thoughtfully. "Its been this way for centuries." he finished, turning to her and with a barely noticeable motion he released her. Though she could she did not speak at first, letting the silence stand. She walked across the room to her father and put her hand on his shoulder.
"You know why", she said.
He turned to look at her, smiled and nodded. "I fear for the fool that goes up against you", he said as she kissed him on the cheek, "I fear nothing", she whispered.
"You will go, but the deal stands, no exceptions", he said and paused "I have your word", he added. "Vendetta", she whispered.